The first jacket I made did not hang straight. One sleeve had more confidence than the other. The collar wanted to live its own life. I remember standing in front of the mirror, looking at all those hours of work, and thinking, “Well, at least it has personality.” That jacket taught me more than a perfect one could have. It taught me to look longer before cutting. It taught me that fabric has opinions. It taught me that seam ripping is not failure, just part of the conversati